O, syllables of a lovely song.
You are the charmed expression of the meaning of words of a given song.
The beautiful referent in the lyrics travels alongside the rhythmic tune of the song.
And like a well-expressed graphic, it conveys the feeling and nature of the song with separate insight into our emotions.

I hold on to its meaning, for crying out the different versions of my heart.
The melancholia of the song is absorbed in its tune and pitch!
I tend to sing it happily, and by crying despite the concerned tonality, the weak brimming tears hold back half of the tune.

The miserable foley artist inside me, which is on advancement for enjoying the sources of musical genre, remains on edge to shape the inner quality of concentration and the draining attitude!
It tries to make the challenge easier by letting the crying red nose remind me if hyphenation is possible while singing,
I can sing the tune while crying through my throat and letting the teary layovers pour out!
Similarly, crying and running nose reminds me that if hyphenation is not required,
I can sing the song with my agonizing heart for its reasoning!

The crying failed achievement of composition allows the heart of patching attention of foley artist to empathize with the theory of syllables.

And so, thankfully, somehow, I learn to feel the eagerness of the song at heart!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Sub title- Some beautiful manners of the
echoing love and saddened heart!

My dry eyes are singing a song for you,
O, my beloved!
My empty heart is singing a song!
The song is holding the color of anguish!

The abode of sadness reveals
both agony and the poised nature!
O beloved, my heart is singing a song
for you!!!

The aching pain suffers from
the somberness of the heart
that is resilient enough.

Reserving a change in style seems
to be a new habit now.
But this observer is quite happy
with its veritable noticeability
about allowing the ache to pass
through the nerve of the
closeness and singing its song!

So it is tamed without an effort,
and my heart is singing a song for you!
©️shivpoetesspriya

The adorner inside me
calls you to retrieve its
remising remontant,
which feels the fondness
for liking you.

It is beneath your
relevancy
to choose it or not.

You are not aware
of my feelings.

Perhaps, the datum of
equatorially feelings
can't dig the faith of
this beautiful reservoir,
which is preceded by
the faithful contours.

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

I laugh at the unattainable tiff
which usually, takes place
in between us.
It is not able to make any big fight.
In fact, it does nothing!

I feel it is the same sky under which many lovers have got united. But I also feel it is the same sky under which many lovers have got separated.

O famished and heartless fate,
why do you need my feeble life
to make your prospective come true?
They say love is greater than any
distance so why don't you let the destiny of the horoscopic stars taste
this language of wisdom?

-  I feel this has many ellipses so would be just trailing off...

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Inside the space of
my heartbeats, lies the calmness
of my soul which helps me to
reach the octave of my
operose. Its hold-over tends
to fly with the cold winter &
turns into the colors
of monsoon.

How gladly, I fly!

I think, I'll have to do a double-take because something is protecting me from an injury to the feelings, which can tear us apart.

Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

O, dearly loved one!
Please accept my thankfulness.

My heart and its sense
of experiencing an emotion, pleads you
to accept my thankfulness.

Mother, please accept my hug.
It came upon with indebtedness for
expressing its gratitude.

Can, I please embrace your smile.
How darlingly, it touches my
heart and makes my heart open to you.

Your caring eyes!
I feel like owing this love to you.

-blessed as an expressor!

Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

Honesty and Poetry healed my broken and blue!

A college is a refreshing start for any individual, especially those who have always been raised very protectively and provided the support of walls and boundaries covering them and acting as their saviors!
A towering Six-Storey, Multi-Sectional Modular building had impacted me sentimentally, reminding me of the protectiveness of school days! The new cray red color of the college walls was acting clean but carried the vibe of significant responsibility for many lives!
I felt a heavy heart that was tired of facing its daily notes and was keen to know what was lying ahead in pursuit of the daily activities at the college!

As I entered the student auditorium, I noticed the colorful banners hanging and decorated on the side walls and railing. It displayed titles such as "Best New Fresher," "Best Fresher Artist," and "Best Model." etc.

"Will you be singing with our group?" she asked. I replied, "No, I don't know how to sing!" Fear flashed in my eyes as I tried to pull my shoulder away from her grip. The girls in our batch shined in Florent colors; they gathered together in the center like a family of a colorful flower bouquet!

The other groups of boys in our batch created a loud sense of showing fashion as they passed by us! One of the boys enjoyed chewing his lollipop - He made a growling sound, funny enough to make other people laugh! He exclaimed, " Watch out! We have to back the first position at any cost."
As he sprinted away in the opposite direction of the auditorium, his hurried movements caused another person's books to tumble out of his grasp, scattering across the ground helplessly like a jigsaw puzzle unnoticed by others as they all were eagerly preparing to begin the program!
I made my way towards the scattered books. My honesty implored me and compelled me to ask about their desolate state.
I lowered my head and tried to silence the inner monologues which continued to yearn! As I glanced at the person I had collected books for,
he appeared fully immersed in his world!
On the other side, My desire to participate in cultural events led me to the stage where my friends had gathered for a poetry recitation.
I suddenly realized I had mistakenly taken his diary as I could feel the weight of my college purse weighing up. Frustrated with the sweat of the competitive events, I helplessly wondered and looked here and there to return his diary.

When I opened his journal with irritation, I was surprised to find many soulful poems.
As I read the beautiful words, I decided to recite a few lines and thought we could all win today. Every poem in that diary seemed to be smiling at me, and I returned the smile while feeling the beginning of a friendship at this moment. Two of my friends geeked into what I was reading so attentively and asked me what I would recite.
Without hesitation, I told them I chose to recite the 5th poem that he wrote, titled "Silence." I greeted the public with the poem and its stanzas, feeling amazed with every line I repeated.
As I started the recitation, I entered a mysteriously beautiful world where the falls from the peak of the hardship mountain felt like the cold fall on the charcoal ground of my broken enthusiasm. I could see different versions of my outlook carrying the saddest ghosts of the past, and those inner eyes of my heart walls began to seep a kinder note beneath their efforts to move on.
I didn't take credit for his work as it wasn't mine, so I told the audience that the writer's name remains unknown!
And in that moment, I felt a wave of peace wash over me, ending the inner war raging in my heart from the beginning of the day! I was relieved!
Until today, I feel grateful for the opportunity to embrace hidden honesty and do the right thing. It gifted me with a grateful start when the owner of the book of poems approached me afterward; he thanked me for not taking credit for his soulful art.

It was a soulful poem written by an unknown writer that gave me a new light and hope. It inspired me to set my heart free from the turmoil that refused to cease initially.

To this day, I agree and acknowledge this newly found appreciation for the power of truth! It is impressive how honesty and Silence can affect and soothe someone so movingly and others who try to feel it.

This incident has always infused me with great zeal as it increases my inner creative activity.
It helps me yearn to explore the untold depths lying at the core corner of any subject and write many poems.

I'm grateful for this experience and the truth's immense significance. Even today, I feel drawn to the allure of that poem because its words have miraculously conveyed honesty.

I'll always be thankful, and that's for sure!
©shivpoetesspriya

Human Intention and Conscience- Mind it!

There is a delicate factor that dwells in all of us. It is the conscience; it is present in all of us. Generally, if we do wrong, our conscience won't let us stay at peace. It guides us on the right path by avoiding the wrath and living with integrity. Our peace is essential—our means- me, along with others. Suppose I enter a bus where everyone is shouting, crying, and yelling. I don't think I will be at peace or remain unaffected!

When it comes to politics, our intentions matter the most. It's important to consider how we will handle the questions others pose to us. Will we answer in a way we think they want to hear without genuinely caring about the outcome? Or will we promise what is in our hearts? Our heart's deep desire often drives us to pursue what is best for ourselves. However, we must also consider the needs and necessities of other people and the reasons behind our promises to them. Are we doing it for the sake of dependents or simply for the sake of recognition and power that comes with being a leader?

Bringing out the best in ourselves and those around us is essential. Only by clearly understanding these factors can we be strong, not just in our hearts but also in our minds and actions, as we work towards creating a better future for ourselves and those around us. While power can certainly help, it's important to remember that it requires a lot of sacrifice and giving of oneself. Our intentions must always be pure, and we must never harm others for our gain.

©️shivpoetesspriya

I am crying my heart out to feel your smile!

With tears in my eyes
will I be able to see the
tears in your eyes?

Your frown is also,
Love! It is your part!
It is the part of your
expression.
But a frown is a frown,
aroused due to irritation
or disapproval!

Your little movements are
so captivating and beloved
to my heart!

If I take your frown as love,
then don't turn away from me!
If there is any furthermore
meaning to your given action
then please let me know
about it!

©shivpoetesspriya

I miss your gingerly ways!

The sentiments which are
protected with the warmth of
healing shadows,
are differentiated into many layers and
cannot be always categorized under agony. It is just like because the pain, which is suffered during a particular time, cannot be expected that it will pertain to lengthen out in time.
It may or may not be the case and,
thus ruled by probability!
However, leaving that on the
fate of the kindest gesture!

I wish you were here,
and could dab my little gloomy
heart with some innocence!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

The rhythm had an outlined urge.
It was shining differently onto me and
wanted to engulf me in a different world
with some overwhelming memory!

The safe point is You!
The love point is You!
I don't want to give up my
motivating direction and focus on You!

The rhythm is attractive and soulful.
It allows me to tiptoe into the delicacy and
pulls me away into its memory!
The helplessness in me is charmed
by the deeply grasping tone and the vocal melody.
It is eventually leading me to sing the song without feeling any love!

So the tuneless tears flow out of me!
They flow with their tuneless fate of emptiness!
©️shivpoetesspriya

I know we move in parallel ways,
Not together or intersecting, but always side by side.

Why is that?
Does your taste not align with mine?
In my choices, your taste is already included, as you are always remembered.

So when you are parallel with me, we don’t intersect, nor do we interact. But why is it that your direction is completely different from mine?

Is it because your taste differs that we never intersect, and also because we don’t interact?

We run parallel to search for one another,
Always closer but apart at the heart.

This I have yet to measure, but I am unable to gauge it.

I saw earlier that we were parallel to each other. We were apart, not intersecting, but closely intertwined within.

How did this happen now?
We have drifted far away from the inside.

I wish this weren't the case;
It must be my wrong conclusion in arriving at the measurement of the core of its calculation.

I really wish this weren't the case.

©shivpoetesspriya

My aspiring faith has the
whelming courteousness.

It is tired of searching
you in the redintegration of
its jammiest sereneness.

The oblivescence wants
to say goodbye!

But the benevolent concern
of emotional readiness,
feels the frabjous joy by
submerging into an
ingratiatingly adorable
world.

-Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

Why is there a sense of betrayal?
Why do you look worried in your heart?
Don’t your eyes speak to you when you look in the mirror?

Why do you feel bad for a past gesture, long gone, yet still leaving its impact?
The scope for improvement and betterment is at play regarding your actions now.

It seeks the internal empowerment of hope to settle your worries and sadness.
A heavy soul now feels flourished, leaving behind dissipating sorrow and worry.

The angst of sorrow still has a role in questioning you and pointing at you.

Cast your inner spell within; let hope confide in you. Feel the faith and let the faithful magic blossom for you.

Don’t you worry; a beautiful picture will emerge,
From nowhere, from within you alone.
Shivpoetesspriya

Somebody is talking about my subject.  
I know  
The subject of love is popular as sustaining...

Somebody is talking about my subject.  
They touch the area of my heart and pluck a flower for themselves, and they are trying to think about my subject.

My subject and I are immersed in our daily talks.  
We see you and laugh.

The last thing I want to say aloud is that I am grateful to laugh alongside my subject.

My subject, I both miss you and love you.  
©shivpoetesspriya

The rigidness and stubbornness.
It seems like a waste.

At the end of the day, all its tenants
are galloped by the sorrow.

When sorrowing eyes lower down,
they weep the pain of their heart.

And again, in just a few seconds.
The rigidness.
The stubbornness.
It seems like a waste of its futile, growling, meek efforts!
©shivpoetesspriya

O darling,
What is life?
When you don't understand?

Is it some botheration eating you when you want to hum a love tune?

What is life?
When you don't understand?
Darling.

Is it the weight of worry settling in your stomach,
Weighing you down until you're finally free from the crunch?

What is life?
When you don't understand?
Darling.

I feel it.
It's all overwhelming, like facing something big.
Facing and letting go of everything all at once!

What is it, my darling?
What is life?
When you don't understand?
©shivpoetesspriya

Right now,
I am treading
with this nullifying
effort!

Holding it and
leaving it.
Even if I am not
caught in between these
two phases, then also
how sadly, I am in the same
state of feelings.

If something can change
this hurtable cycle,
then it is your smile, which
can help me.

Why don't you please enter into
it?

This pleadingly, braving
brokenness is open.
It is surviving its time
in openness.

Don't let me get distanced
from you!

I need your rays.


Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

To walk away with a quiet promise is a promise,  
A promise of love within.

When I look back, I see a disrupted range, searching for trust to mend its brokenness.

I feel it and move on.  
The disrupted range is now within, looking peacefully at different aspects,  
Gaining insight to return to its original form.

I walked away with my soulful promise to nurture myself.  
Today, when I see the disrupted range, it has become a beautiful ***, holding a variety of flowers together, even when they are withered.

When I look back today, I see the disruption transformed into a beautiful view with its constructive abilities.  
I feel happy, and I am thankful.

For the beauty formed out of the disrupted range!  
To the beauty.  
To the love!

Cheers!

©shivpoetesspriya

At last the healing heart has evoked the curiosity based upon its likeableness for uniqueness which has strengthened the stimulant for doing a pioneering work.

I feel the auroras coursing down my heart and tracing your name in all the captured minim parts.

Although I am thoroughly ensconced by being a lover of a fine art,
But I yearn to feel
the motivation in the amateur part.

This perseverance has a rosy wreathe,
It is present only to experience your brilliant lambency because it lends me the safety for journeying my long-lasting delving quest.

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Love you my seawalls!

I feel empty of everything,
for whether it is a feeling which
would come out of some subjectiveness
or a conscious mental effort.

I don't know, how often I think about you.
It is some sort of concealed grief! The moisture
do gets produced from the eyes and the sobbing softness of heart has always so much to say.

Although the inner stratum seems to be
devoid of any feeling but there is a generous
flow of mighty support which encourages
me to keep moving forward regardless
of the hard knocks.

-You are my seawalls, I love your hands as they protect me from hitting hard to erosion.

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Marhamii se tum!

Ye khush numai se
kaise hain pal...
Jinme tumhaari har raah mein
sajaaii naazuk si bunde!
Vo bunde jo keval tumhaare
deedaar ki pyaasi hain!!

Phoolon men agar pyaar ka
chehra hai toh kyu na umade ye afshaanii aur gul-andaaz mere
mann ki barsaaton se...

Tum ** mera muskuraata chain
aur meri bheegi palkon ka pyaar!!
Aaj dil ki khushi ko gale lagake
gaya hai mene ek nagma!!

Mujhe maalum hai!
Dil se phool bann gayi hoon
men tumhaari yaadon mein!!!!
©shivpoetesspriya

It feels like magic when a piece of you sings a music genre that is named love.
It feels like a special musical genre with a familiar beat that greets and follows my heart.
It holds the capacity to rewind the memories of love.
And when that happens, I listen to you daily, my playlist!
An unlocked melody that was so strange once now becomes every song in my entire playlist.
So, I hear you daily in all the songs.
Those song- genres are luckily named love.
And I figured it out as your melodies in my playlist!
©shivpoetesspriya

Mere priye paardarshi!



O mere priye paardarshi,
Apne muskurate hue
pratibimba ke saath
meri raksha karna!

Mera saahil nibha
chuka hai kuch
laazim vaaden!

Pyaas nahi
rahi, toh
sahan-sheelata
kese aayegi is
dardmand-dil se?

O naavik, apne
chhipe hue gamon se
Is aashiqe-beemaar
ka khyaal rakhna!

Apne khule dil se iski
sthiti aabaad rakhna!

Apne zameer ko dokha
mat dena!

Majnu ki tarah mat rona!
Majnu ke hausle ki tarah
jaroor chamakana!

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Suune ambar ke jazbaaton se..
Unki khiltii hui muskuraahaton se...
Unki dil- daar jesi aur khuda jesi jaan
se....thaam lo mujhe tum unke haaton se!

Aate hain vo mere mann ke
chaav me.. kuch adaa-e-ishq
ke kirne gungunaane!
Chha jaate hain unke qisse
samadhur tarannum mein!

Kaash unke mann ki kiran se nikal
ke...chhu lo tum mujhe!
Fir na manaaungi in dukhon ke
dar-ba-dar sa.nvar ko!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Mother, I left my candy with you.  
Please call me back.

I want to sing again,  
Please call me back.

I left my rhythmic candy with you.  
Please let me accompany it once more.

Please call me back.  
I want to sing again.

I left my candy with you that was tired of feeling the competence around.  
Please call me back.  
I will cry and sing again.

I left my moistened candy with you.  
Please call me back and let me feel you while crying.

Mother, I feel my candy is you.  
Please call me back; I want to sing again!
©shivpoetesspriya

It hurts when you look at me, and I'm not there.

My entire being hurts, and there is something I can't digest when you don't look at me.

Today, it hurts even more because I am unable to meet your gaze.

I used to be angry and tell the illusion and delusion in me about me never missing your gaze and ascertaining without confusion about how it feels when you look at me, and I never miss it.

But today, a whole of me is very lonely.
And it hurts that I miss all your gazes, especially your special frowning capabilities.
©shivpoetesspriya

O! My last place, would you like to teach me what love is by showing me how to bend?

O! My last place, do you want to teach me what competition is by competing with the sheer madness of all the societal stigmas?

O! weighty conclusions, do you want to teach me how to live by typing your name and calculating the mistake?

O! The freshness of the insightful photo. Do you want to teach me what new color in emotion I crave in life?

O! My last place, I'm grateful to you despite my unanswered questions and desire for growth!
©shivpoetesspriya

I feel something offbeat while listening to a song.
For the sake of the collapsed fate,
My heart lightens a candle, and it keeps burning.

But I feel something off track.
The feelings of the past.
Why it has to collide with me
for making my present repent.

I feel something is offbeat,
It is unaware of the pain my heart holds.

My thorn story has never escaped
any situation.

But here, I feel something offbeat.
That does not match the
challenge forming inside me.

I feel something off track, and I'm still recollecting.
What is sharper? The external troubles or the
offbeat feelings of a helpless heart!
©shivpoetesspriya

My relearning emotion cries
and courage sings.


Cover me with your consent
of unaided efforts, which you
feel rightfully towards me.

Please hold me in the realm
of your purely worship for
propriety.
Have you completely forgotten
about me?

My sombre music
wails in distance and
acts like a ritornello.
You wonder about its
beats, but it has always
remain closer to you.

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

You are my world.  
I found you in my emotions.  

The gleaming shine my heart tries to hold onto is flying away.  

I'm supposed to ease my lyrics like a safety glass.  
Can you see me through this window and ask me to join you?  

But you were left behind on the track.  

I felt the gleaming shine return to my heart.  
It fixed my safety glass.  

I see you across the same junction now.  
Shall we walk together?  

©shivpoetesspriya

O Halfheartedness!
Are you the only emotion left in me?
O Nonchalant!
Why do you worry while singing?
O Unstirred!
Would you tell me you don't like pausing in between and leaving the song half sung?
O despairing heart, haven't you acquired this temporary state of feelings only to accommodate inconsolableness later?

The heart is whining and sadly blind. Such is the condition of the internal space of the wound, yet to heal!

Tell me, don't you wish to sing your deep feelings?
I am eagerly waiting to feel your grace in the realm of brokenness!
I am waiting for that unique tone to come out in its most intriguing and attributing way. It is the distinctive quality of getting absorbed in the pitch of a song!

I know my heart is constantly trying to acquire different milestones of emotions now.
My weepy gaze is on the brink of falling off and moving past their tearfulness.

I know the acoustical provinces of bass can feel my heart, and this time they changed their discourse of the tune and sang the song with a little different emotion.

Tell me, O susceptible, isn't my heart less gloomy now?

©️shivpoetesspriya

Never alone!

Your crazy vibe
which is always so
stirred emotionally has
saved your jollying
laughter!
The sense of relief
is surely the lead-ier
and prominent factor!

The saveable are lucky
because the peacefulness
is restored inside you!
The closest are lucky
because the innocuousness is
saved inside you!
I know the favorably
luckiness and the fortunate
positions!

Don’t worry!
The steadfastness has
a lot to do with the achievements!
Don’t be sad because
you are a wiseacre and a goalie!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

No matter what we do, we will become the black dust of our ashes.
Our mind can't die, even if it's intentional, non-intentional, deeply aware, or only partially aware!
It has no physical covering like our skin, a protective barrier for our bodies.

Those who focus their main interest on the taste of harm and destruction, with solely ignorant intentions, are foolish and ultimately lead themselves to self-destruction! Even death is ashamed to associate with such individuals.

A destructive mindset only leads to chaos and an unhappy life.

Those who desire peace do not engage in wicked behavior.
Is it humane to participate in such evil?
Death will inevitably come, regardless of whether or not it shows mercy!
©shivpoetesspriya

Despite my misinterpretation, I keep recording the adventures of the broken rope that I feel and see I am climbing.

I keep gazing at it and analyzing it!

I often ask the challenging wall if it has forsaken me, and it always gives me a tender look.

I keep gazing at it and analyzing it!

Do I have to continue with this broken faith?
Can a person live with a broken faith logically?
If so, can the logical mind stop advising me?

I can't stop wondering about it and analyzing it!

The striving heaviness of my heart wants to touch that ray of sunshine and find ways to climb the hope of a broken faith!

I feel it and see it.
Faithfulness is having a hard time under the most challenging circumstances.

I keep wondering like a gawking bird!

This time, I have noticed that the faithful heart is emerging powerfully amidst all the odds and circumstances!
©shivpoetesspriya

Oh, hidden sway over my soul, I call out to you!

The roads direct me to the ways aligned with my aspirations!

The streets that return their gaze to me ask if I am broken.
The bubbles of tears below my eyes testify to my answer to their question!

The aimlessness of my heart leads me nowhere.
While I tiptoe on the shining concrete surface,
The time clicks away to the surface and moves on!

The graveyard of stories cry,
They try hard to know about their final chapters,
They dig painfully to bring the replication of my feelings.

The ripples on the gray water increase its movement,
bringing the phases closer to their ending part!
I look my coal eyes in acceptance of my heart's yearning.

My heart sighs with a deep breath.
It acts like a relieving oath of finding the unseen moon of my heart!
©shivpoetesspriya

Those roads beyond the same lines
can take anyone to great heights & great depths.
I feel there are always some nobler feelings in an inner sphere , and oodles of worthy emotions inside the integument of a devoted seed! Sometimes, you can stop sharing the point, you can stop intersecting and can become a straight line. You can consider everything as a mirage too!

But do we ever bend? Yes, we do! We can still touch each other!
We can still share the same ***** by being straight! Coplanar lines of your world and my world can still be stretched into infinity! We can still find our missing angles through a common line crossing us. We can hug each other diametrically or when we come together in our true diameters!
Apparently! We are connected with each
other in some way! It could be in the same way as how we see our perceptions or in the same way as how we feel our experiences!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Faith is revolving around the lines of fear,
and vice versa.

The cup of tea that I sip shows me that it's not up to the mark.
I advance an insight into the effects of its ingredients,
wondering why it doesn't have an exotic powder of hope.

But the color and texture of the tea are just fine,
suitable to showcase among any of the magnificent dishes.
So, I added a little mixture of hope to it.

Yet, there is the revolving and exchanging shape of faith and fear.
It has important ties, searching for some perfection.
But disappointment knocks it off with its swirling surprises.

For the enchantment of any endearing good act,
the shifting shape of fear and faith exchanges again,
appearing with its faithful, spreading sway.

The secret rainfall of life wants to offer hopeful instances
while one drinks the cup of tea that is sometimes not the adjacent choice.

©shivpoetesspriya

Perceive it through caring eyes!

Wiping your tears away
would help a soul to find its contentment!

I love your smile!
Your tears are not a gladdening thing!
They are sorrowful and lonely!

Subversion of trust is not there!
So, don't cry!

A sudden and simple
crack leads a passage
to our inherent valency!

The compound of love is
our savior here!

The designated spark is too
diligent to be able
to understand your language!
So, don't cry!
Substantive growth is there.
It is feeding yourself with faith!
An immediate contrast help
is always required.
It is presiding with your
inner performer!
So, don't cry!

This indication of advancement in feelings is
imposing a person and, that is you!
Something which is arising to create anew
that is you!
So, don't cry!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Poetizing side of critiquing light!

The poets write.
They love their decisiveness.
If the literature has to rank according to the involvement of their motives, then creativity, which is amicable, can imagine itself to have the sentence to death.

Any series of limitations can rage but can't stop anyone. Let the independent commemoration treat its principles with the verses of love.

Those are diligently committed to coordination for rising poetically.
They will contribute their lyricism of heart.
©shivpoetesspriya

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While losing a striking point, you have become the mentioned & rumored politician!
The stained thoughts, their limited vision, and understanding are minute seams emerging to be perceived assumptions by the eyes of the public!
The impacting value of harshness that one is unspared of is the same element erected in different platforms and used as an opponent for a decaying political stature.
Would you care to ask these questions to yourself?
The ladder to heightened leadership shined brightly on your head.
Goodness is a choice; if that is the base of your outcome, then it would not contain even the slightest molecule of the mentioned dirt.
Have a look.
How my, not a sugar fluff- wants to convey it.
I hope this has its imprint to be a perfect barring to your ears to stop the flow of your spiteful ideas!
The unaware and divided attention remains maligned in its efforts to capture the state of your estranged heart to quell your dreamy hunger.
Your powered pirate is no lesser than excited storage that prefills its spirit of boasting with smugness.
The tables on which you work have heard about your intended voices to achieve gain over the death of issuance principles.
The sick idea of enjoying the misfortune of others and your decaying thoughts are soaked in gloated agreements and trying to achieve their motive with the helping hands of your mouth!
You see the workings of your regular and malevolent plane!
Your outer appearance exhibits your pretense of averting.
I am sure the dressing of your intellect is constantly rebuffing the distaste of your unaccomplishment.
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Prose for my appeasing days!

O divinely botheration!
My sanguineness is constantly entranced
by your divinizing providence.
The brimming merriment shines with
your blessings of perceiving intuitiveness.

You are the emanating joy of pureness.
The nevertheless decidedly appetency
wants to remain closer to you.

O feeling of love!
O question of love!
O emotional and psychological strength!!!
Come through the actual song and set me free!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Refined feelings

These negotiable
notes are leaving behind
their formalities and
are now apparently
seeming to stare their
very attributes that makes
up a concept and intension.

May be there is no
resistance.
The intelligibleness
accepts the fact that
this aching thing is not going to leave
any part which is growing.
But I feel the capability of
getting extracted is rejoicing
your affection in an easy-going manner.

It is a perfect ace which
is hitting the right road!
Broken horizons can be the
beginning of a new concept!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Once upon a time, a small pond was surrounded by mesmerizing yellow flowers. It reminded me of how much I adore the things I love.
The realization of this moment filled my heart with the sound of chirping birds!
The cuckoo sang with its brightest tone from the rooftop branch.
My eyes brimmed with tears as I enjoyed the sight of a mother swan cuddling its tiny tot beside the pond. A yellow duckling saw the affection of the mother swan and ran towards them, but by then, it was too late.

As buzzing bees, chirping birds, and insects grew louder, I watched the sky transform into a beautiful array of colors as it moved forward.

I saw some rocks scattered around the trees and pond near me. They stood alone in their presence. They were the only company I had at the moment. There was no one else around but me.
Today, I can sing. I can hear birds singing and see a beautiful swan cuddling its baby!

But today, I am alone, sitting near this pond, looking at myself in the reflection of my image falling in the pond.
I hold on to my preferences to understand myself. How can I learn without being attached to anything?

Every day as I walk by the same pond, I notice the trees and flowers becoming more beautiful, with new fruits hanging from their branches. I also see birds enjoying the fruits.

I am still learning the dedicated approach from a committed nature.

The beautiful flowers and trees often remind me that my inside weather is not always okay, but I am learning to deal with the atmosphere I encounter wherever I go!

The wet tears are not always sunny. I hope to find answers to my internal monologues someday.
©shivpoetesspriya